The waitress glanced down at the smaller of the pair, smiling expectantly. Just as Jake stole a piece of bacon from her plate, his little sister stole a pinch of hash browns from his, and was in the middle of arranging them on her plate when he caught her attention again.
Her eyes slid from his face to their waitress, to the suntanned pair of Aussies a little down the way, then back to her brother. Grinning.
Like the last interaction with the server, Lei looked up to her, 'speaking' as she signed. "Send those two a pair of Hurricanes, on me." And followed with a quite clear point to the two young men.
The waitress tracked Lei's gesture, then smiled impishly back at her, jotting down the separate order. "You got it."